As the Urge flings his body forward to use his teeth as a weapon, the magical restraints tighten again and yank him out of the way before he can collide with Strange. Which unfortunately leads to the elf tipping over and thrashing on the ground, like some quarry lassoed and hog-tied, to be slung over some horse’s back.
Christ, getting him back to the Gallows is going to be difficult, isn’t it? They don’t have a horse or a griffon with them. Maybe he’ll call Clarisse, get her to fly one out to them in the woods.
Strange finishes wrapping his shoulder and then starts packing up their supplies, still calm and business-like. Tav had always named this (personality? psychosis? magical possession?) with capital letters, clearly a proper noun: Not until the Urge is defeated.
Now that this is the sorcerer’s first time meeting it, he can’t help seizing this opportunity to ask, to try to get more information, anything which might give him more context and help them all make their way towards a cure: “Do you go by the Urge? Is that the name you’d prefer to be called? Do you truly have no other?”
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Christ, getting him back to the Gallows is going to be difficult, isn’t it? They don’t have a horse or a griffon with them. Maybe he’ll call Clarisse, get her to fly one out to them in the woods.
Strange finishes wrapping his shoulder and then starts packing up their supplies, still calm and business-like. Tav had always named this (personality? psychosis? magical possession?) with capital letters, clearly a proper noun: Not until the Urge is defeated.
Now that this is the sorcerer’s first time meeting it, he can’t help seizing this opportunity to ask, to try to get more information, anything which might give him more context and help them all make their way towards a cure: “Do you go by the Urge? Is that the name you’d prefer to be called? Do you truly have no other?”